The Mafia Don's Runaway Heiress Wife

Author: Out Of Town

Chapter 1

Word Count: 589 | Released on: Today at 10:42

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bony desk still bore a faint, microscopic

mate laundromat for Moretti blood money-to secure a marriage ring. She looked at me with naive, starry-eyed infatu

ical pawn, but more importantly, she possessed the ghost of a face I used to care about. Isabella's pathetic jealousy boiled over

family's legacy to shreds. That was when the naive girl finally snapped.

d my Enforcer, Rocco, to seal the room. I stitched my own flesh in silence. I d

oor for hours, begging for a divorce. I had gripped her tear-stained jaw, my blood running cold at the m

ver of Sterling Industries. When her father, Arthur, died of a heart attack be

aks open, pulling me v

door, I can hear the muffled, hysterical sobbing of Sofia

yes. "Sir," he starts, his voice uncharacteri

cal weight. The Chicago blizzard howling aga

ily ledger in front of me. "Dispose of the body," I com

til a sharp *crack* echoes through the room. The thick resin barrel sn

d spills across the pristine white

narl. My chest suddenly seizes, as if all

air crashing to the floor. I bypass the custom cashmere coat hanging by the door. The blee

d the elevator, tearing a path straight in

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The Mafia Don's Runaway Heiress Wife

Out Of Town Mafia

“Three years ago, I used my family's tech empire to marry Damien Moretti, a ruthless mafia Underboss. I naively thought my devotion could melt his frozen heart. But a year ago, he paraded his mistress at our family gala just because she had the face of his dead ex. When my pathetic jealousy boiled over and I stabbed him with a letter opener, he didn't kill me. Instead, he banished me to the freezing, decaying West Wing of his estate. For a whole year, I was locked away like a ghost. He flaunted his mistress, orchestrated a hostile takeover of my family's company, and let his maids treat me like garbage. When I knelt outside his door begging for a divorce, he just gripped my jaw and delivered a death sentence. "The only way you leave this family is in a coffin." The naive girl who begged for his love died in that cold room. I finally realized I was nothing but a profitable ledger entry to him. When he finally opened my door again, expecting to see a broken prisoner, I slapped him across his bleeding face. "The deal is done. I want a divorce." I walked straight out into the freezing Chicago rain, secretly swallowed a bottle of emergency contraceptives to kill any chance of carrying his heir, and prepared to tear up his mafia rules myself.”